Okay; I'm no Julie Andrews. But we've come up with an awesome end-of-the-year giveaway! Remember Oprah's 'Favorite Things' show? We've got something similar. All you have to do is leave a comment on my blog, or go to the SCP FB page and comment over there. What do you win? Why, a chance at any author's books:) The more you comment on any 5 Favorite Thing post, the greater your chances. I only have one book with SCP, so anyone who leaves a comment here automatically gets a copy of Appetite For Desire. I'm going to be extra generous, since a) my birthday's coming up and b) SCP has been extra good to me. So it's only fair that you, the readers, get rewarded, right? Oh, and since I really don't have a presence on Face Book, other than my author page, there will be another prize given to anyone who 'likes' my page this weekend.
So what are your favorite things, Kenzie? Get on with it!
My Favorite Things:
1) White sandy beaches
2) Losing myself in a good book
3) A good day of writing when the words are flowing
4) Spending time with my favorite man
5) Appetite For Desire
So there you have it. Send me to the tropics with all the above and I'm in paradise:)
Want an excerpt? Sure!
His cock swelled as the memory of their night together flooded his mind. He groaned and pulled her closer.
“Dustin…” she whispered as he propelled her toward the massive king-sized bed.
“Shhh…” God, he wanted her again! For ten days, he had been haunted by their one night together, and now she was in his arms. There was no way he was going to let her go.
He lowered her onto the soft blankets. His fingers unbuttoned her blouse, and his lips followed the line of exposed skin.
“It’s okay.” He pulled her shirt open and flicked the clasp on her front-hook bra, closing his lips over one luscious beige tip. Dustin heard Courtney’s swift intake of breath and her answering moan.
While his lips drank the sweetness of her breast, his hands went to her work slacks and slid them over her hips, thrilled when she arched her back to aid in their descent down her legs, along with her satin bikini underwear.
Her hands tugged at his polo shirt. He worked it over his head and looked at her for a brief moment. Her dark blue eyes were nearly purple; her breasts rose and fell with each quick intake of breath; her skin flushed pink. He unbuckled his shorts and dropped them to his ankles, the tip of his manhood peeking over the top of his black boxer-briefs. He knelt and slipped her feet out of her black work shoes, and her clothing pooled on the floor. Standing up, he pushed his underwear down to join his shorts, stepping out of them as well as his sneakers.